reindeer games [#sindri]

"Stop moving!" Sorcha scolded Sindri with a quick pinch and a press of her paintbrush back to his newly brown with black whiskered face. This was too good. Too good! Sorcha smiled lightly and sat back a bit. "Red or black nose, good sir?" Her head tipped to one side in consideration and before she got a response she was dipping her brush into the lovely red. "Red is definitely your color tonight." Sorcha dabbed the red onto the tip of Sindri's nose and upon seeing the final product, well, she couldn't help herself anymore!

Her torso fell backwards and she let a rumble of laughs out from her lungs. Her bare feet kicked themselves around in the air and she somehow managed to swing herself back into an upright position. Family Christmas party. Three famous last words. Three words that immediately triggered the 'boredom' category to come to life in Sorcha's mind. Three words that lacked a little... fun.

Well she took good care of that. Sindri's face was that of Rudolph complete with the antler headband she had made years ago for a school play. Sorcha had even managed to magick them into lighting up with multi-colored Christmas lights. It was all very fantastic! And all courtesy of the bottle of firewhiskey she had managed to find and bring over to Sindri's! "Tada~!" Sorcha sang, shoving a handheld mirror into Sindri's hands. "I. Love. This. SO MUCH!" Sorcha clapped her hands together and sprang up and onto her feet.

So, the pair had initially been dressed all lovely for the party. Sorcha didn't honestly know what to expect. Fancy pants? Or casual sweaters? So she played a tweener vote and chose her plain-jane body-hugging (lack of, ahem!) red dress complete with plaid heels and last but not least ... a sweater meant for a Christmas party. Flasher had to be the forgotten reindeer in the sleigh. Likely the bugger was out in troughs downing mead while the other foolish deer did all the dirty work. Good ol' Flasher!

Sorcha tugged her sweater overtop of her dress and gave a tap at the deer's nose which flickered a bit before starting to change colors every second or so. Rifling through the box of goodies she managed to lug over to Sindri's once more, Sorcha tugged on the tip top of her Santa's hat and secured it on her own head of wavy hair. Make up done in the least with just black-cat-eyes to show for it, she spun around and flung her hands out to her sides. "Not as good as yours but I think we'll get a good crowd response!" She pinched the top corners of her sweater up and danced Flasher around for show, shrugged and moseyed her way back towards Sindri, surprise in tow. "Here! Yours for the conquering!" A lovely wink seemed to be the trigger and the girl flopped a massive red blob of cloth onto Sindri's lap. "Own it."

"It tickles!" Sindri protested, squirming under the cool strokes of paint that haphazardly danced along his face. "Have you ever even does this before?" His accusatory tone betrayed the fit of giggles that were fighting their way out of his chest. As much as the man wanted to be mad, his involuntary responses had other ideas in mind. A serious weakness for tickles made the whole reindeer transformation thing a lot more painful than it should have been.

The annual Trickett christmas didn't exactly require costume, but this particular year the twenty-two year old was feeling adventurous. After impulsively asking his ex-girlfriend to join, and getting shut down as it was, Sindri had decided that being anything less than drunk wasn't going to cut it. Sorcha Coglan had answered his pleas in the form of face paint, sweaters,  and a bottle of firewhiskey.

"You're enjoying this far too much, y'know..." He tutted, words slurred from said drink. Sindri apprehensively took the mirror in his hands, hazel eyes flicking to his friend before taking in all that was his Christmas appearance.

Shocking was the only word that came to mind. Sindri's mouth flew open. Red nose, whiskers, the whole deal. "Wow..." He couldn't help but laugh. The facepaint plus a ridiculous antler headband made him look almost unrecognizable. "No one will even know it's me! This is the best idea you've ever had!" The man declared, taking her shoulders in his hands and giving them a quick, happy squeeze. Now there wasn't even a chance the Trickett clan could badger him about his lacking love life.

Sindri watched with a goofy grin as Sorcha's sweater started flashing and she weaved around his loft. "Oh, how fitting," He joked, carefully examining the fabric before holding it up in front of him. "This... girl... loves Christmas?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips despite his trying to be stern.

"This girl needs more drink," He rolled his eyes, shooting up from the ottoman and filling both of their glasses before even attempting to put the thing on. Sindri hadn't really dressed up for the occasion anyway, black slacks and a white button up, but he still felt out of his element. It was rare that the man wore clothes of actual quality, his line of work wouldn't allow that for long.

"Oww," Sindri groaned through the stretched fabric over his face as his arms flailed to find the arm holes. Apparently changing while drunk was more difficult than he remembered. "Would you help?" He pleaded helplessly.

"That," she flicked her index finger towards the bright red jumper and couldn't help but show off the happy-gappy between her teeth in a full fledged smile, "is one of the best ideas I've ever had." She laughed lightly and just as she made to sit down across from Sindri, the dear was up and refilling glasses with firewhiskey. Where had he been all her life? Sorcha's head tipped a little, her Santa hat's fluffy ball flopping onto her right shoulder in all its glory.

So, being in basically a mid-squat position, Sorcha reversed her intended act and had to sort through her actions rather quickly since a glass was being stuffed back into her hands. Her shoulders perked up and she steadied the glass readying herself to take another shot for that girl -- wait, where did he go off to? "What the..." Sorcha's facial expressions hit a momentary wall as she watched the man struggle with the perhaps two sizes too small of a jumper.

The girl twisted her way directly in front of Sindri and let out another stringing together of laughs before tugging the sweater upwards and pinning his arms up in the act. "First things first, missy." She arched her brow, admittedly a little flirtatiously but it that's how Sorcha was. Fun seeker. And what was more fun than pinning a sweet guy's arms up and making his mind go a thousand kilometers a minute for no reason! Sorcha snuck her glass up and in between them and waggled her brows, "Open up and bite down on the rim, this is going to be life-changing!" Securing the glass between Sindri's teeth and keeping hold of the jumper, Sorcha leaned and stretched an arm out to grab what was initially Sindri's glass and gave the man a mischievous smile.

"You have to drink this. No hands. Sort of like a blow job, if you've ever had one," Oblivious Sorcha was oblivious to how Sindri was likely to react to that particular statement. It was a drink! A shot! Swear it! She narrowed her brows and rolled her eyes as she realized the likely what-the-funk factor that whole slur of words held. "The shot, sweet reindeer." She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers so as not to rub any paint off.

"So! No hands! Open wide in... three," Sorcha tucked her glass between her own teeth, both hands gripping the jumper to make sure hers and Sindri's arms were up, up and away from their drinks! She gave two more nods before tossing her head back and letting the fire run down her throat. Immediately after her glass clattered to the floor and she gave a hefty cough, letting go of Sindri's arm. "It. Burns!" She gasped for air, finding balance in Sindri's forearm. Forget that the act of her balancing might have Twister-ed him into some kind of crazy position.

Her throat gave an audible crackle in her inhale and she straightened up and gave a cough. "New best decision!" Sorcha held a hand up and wobbled a bit trying to find wherever Sindri's hand went. Hi-five time, sir!

"What size is this thing?" Sindri wiggled around blindly, feeling suffocated underneath the thick fabric of the jumper. His friend had certainly misjudged his size when picking out the little number that was currently twisted up above his head. How had that happened again? Oh right, Sorcha Coglan made that happen. "Wha-" He protested before letting out a disapproving groan.

The unusually close contact was dizzying, but the chestnut haired man chalked it up to the half a bottle of firewhiskey he had consumed. Sindri wasn't a heavy drinker, it was rare that he was even drunk. Some might have even said he was a lightweight, but he preferred cheap date.

"The rim? The rim!?" Words were flying out of his mouth before he could even think of what he was saying. The twenty-two year old, who prided himself in being a bit of a control freak, was uncomfortable giving up the reigns to his lack of inhibitions. No time to worry about that, though, there was a woman dangerously close to him talking about blowjobs.

Sindri was given little time to pick his jaw up off the floor before the glass was between his teeth and finger nails were dragging across his skin. Even in his whiskey induced haze, the careless touch sent a chill up and down his spine and he absentmindedly wondered the last time he had participated in such ridiculous banter. He was quick to admit though, it was a welcome changed.

"Blergh!" The sound of glass bouncing off the floor from their empty shots was distant. Sindri couldn't focus on anything beyond the burning sensation that was making it's way down his chest and poisoning his insides. "Ow! You... are mental!" He bellowed, hopping around with his arms still securely over his head like a pretzel.

"Oi! Still up here, y'know?" Sindri gave a dramatic shimmy of his shoulders to get Sorcha's attention back on him. Somehow he had managed to muscle his arms through the holes of the jumper with just enough time to give his friend a dramatic look. "Just tryin' to get my hands over my head..." He said under his breath with a cheeky smile between tugs of fabric.

Carelessly kicking a glass out of his way, he stumbled his way back to the face paint station that was once the ottoman in his living room. "You're up!" Sindri announced, hopping to Sorcha happily with paintbrush in hand. "Oh..." He laughed out loud before clapping a hand over his mouth. "You missed a bit.. here," He reached his free hand to wipe some of the leftover firewhiskey from her cheek with his thumb. "How did you manage that..." Bad question for someone like her.

"Oh! There you are!" Sorcha responded in a sing song voice, smile still on parade. She slapped her hands against Sindri's and then tangled her fingers along the bottom edge of the jumper's fabric. "Hold still!" She explained, readying herself for her first huge tug against the fabric. Three... two... one! Sorcha jumped into the act, her feet fully leaving the ground and an umph! of protest escaping her lungs as she stretched the jumper over Sindri's torso. "Aha!" Sorcha said, readjusting her naturally do-whatever-it-wants hair. "Perfect fit." She winked and then studied Sindri a little more closely.

"Shit." She said simply, looking at the smudge marks on his facial artwork. "We didn't think this throu-- me?" Her brows shot upwards and she was back to smiling once more. "Only if we can fix you up a little bit more, too!" Sorcha followed the Trickett back to their messy artist area and coming up just short when Sindri was somehow already back where she was. Fast bugger! Sorcha's flinched backwards a bit at Sindri's touch and then she couldn't help it and let out a happy laugh.

"No hands?" She questioned, throwing her hands out to her sides and giving her shoulders a raise, miffed. "Well, don't waste it! That's good shit, Sindri!" And before her mind argued otherwise, her fingers reached out for Sindri's wrist and she welcomed her tongue to his thumb. Fiery and salty? Not a terrible combo. Sorcha finished by giving him thumb a light peck and then reaching over for her brown brush. Because all of this was normal. Because moving on. "Just let me..." Sorcha started, her eyes trying to focus on the smudges they had managed to make within the last few escapades of their most interesting of lives. She dabbed at his forehead and cheekbones and chin. "... all better!"

She gave the paintbrush a twirl and a toss towards the mess they had created. Tugging Sindri downwards into a seated position, the quidditch player folded her arms across his legs and looked up to him like a happy ickle kiddo! "My turn?"

Sindri Trickett was, without any shadow of a doubt, drunk. The rare occurrence for the twenty-two year old would have taken him by complete surprise if he had had enough time to even think during the time that he spent with Sorcha. Since his friend's arrival to his loft, it seemed that everything was in fast forward. How long had they been drinking? He couldn't even be sure. One moment he was rushing to get the paint brush to decorate her face for the Christmas party, and the next his thumb was in her mouth.

The tall man did a quick, uncharacteristic jump, stopping short as to not topple backward over the ottoman that was behind him. "Oh!" Sindri cooed, watching with particular interest as she planted a little kiss on said appendage once she was done cleaning up the leftover firewhiskey. Sorcha was a strange one, there was no doubt about that, but Sindri found himself liking it more and more as time carried on in hyper speed.

As soon as the odd interaction happened, it was over, and the chestnut haired man was left without any sort of explanation. He ran a hand through tufts of waves, trying to steady his mind and body as Sorcha fixed the smudges on his costume. "All better?" He repeated, preening his face from side to side to ensure that she hadn't missed a spot. "Has anyone ever told you... you make a mean reindeer out of a man?" Sindri slurred as he was tugged down into a seat involuntarily, a gasp escaping his lips.

"Right! Your turn then. Let's see if I can compare," The wizard tried not to think about how close they were physically, and how her arms were rested in his lap, but he found himself easily distracted. Hazel eyes flicked from her limbs and then back to her face a few times before he came back to Earth. "Okay, brush," He commanded himself, fumbling to grab a paintbrush. His unsteady hands couldn't grasp the stained utensil and it went flying in Sorcha's direction.

"Aw, shit!" Sindri groaned, trying to catch the brush before it hit her cheekbone. Apparently, his reaction time was slower than usual because there she was, with a sloppy red line running down her face. "Whoops," He smiled sweetly, struggling to pick up the utensil as if nothing had happened. "Easy fix. Meant to do that," Sindri assured her, although the slur of his voice betrayed his confident tone. The man took his time to swirl big red circles on either one of her cheeks. In his drunken mind, rosy cheeks counted as a suitable party costume.

"See? Because it's always so cold at Christmas?" He hadn't realized how silly his little plot was until he said it out loud. "Well..." Sindri backtracked, tilting his head to study his work. It was certainly sloppy, but maybe she would like it? "I tried my best!" He huffed happily, shooting up to pick up the bottle to finish off the rest before they would set out to Trickmass. "Only a few shots left...." Sindri called back at Sorcha over his shoulder.

Sorcha arched a brow and couldn't hide the smirk that played at her lips. "I bet it wouldn't surprise you when I saw you aren't the first man to tell me that~" Sorcha's voice went slightly husky right before she let out a light bout of laughter. "Seriously though, you aren't." She wriggled a little on her knees and closed her eyes, her lips fighting back a ridiculous smile and settling on a calmer version of one instead. The quidditch player pressed her lips together in anticipation and flinched only slightly when she finally felt the contact of the brush against her skin.

What was he doing over there? Her brows tugged together, head tipping, and eye peaking open just a little as she felt the paint beginning to dry in an odd pattern on her face. "All of those words are my favorite things to hear when placing my face's painted life in another's hands." Sorcha commented lightly, the right side of her lips tugging upwards as she let out another series of laughs. Suuuuure he meant to do that!

She felt the spirals coming to life on her cheeks and upon the finale, Sorcha had to admit she was rather underwhelmed. Grabbing hold of a portable mirror she studied her reflection, allowing Sindri to actually move further than a few inches as she propped herself on her heels in her kneeling state. "It's so cuuuuuute!" She cooed happily, her cheeks popping like crazy when she smiled her happy gappy smile. "I'm like a freakishly giant elf of red cheeked happiness!"

Bouncing upwards, Sorcha got to her own feet and sloppily let the mirror fall first into the nearest cushion and second onto the floor. "Sharing is caring, my sweet!" Sorcha said before she could filter out the creeper factor that surely exuberated itself in existence in this drunkenly fantastic scenario. "Just enough for the trip over to the Mad House!" Her eyes focused, well attempted to focus, on the nearly emptied bottle of liquid magic that was supplying their endless excitement for the night. "Line them up, mister Trickett!" Sorcha gave a loud clap of her hands together and attempted to gazelle her way over to the countertop serving as a pseudo bar, attempted. Instead she stumbled, fumbled, and pulled her body up to a wobbling standing position. Thank goodness for having a natural wave to her hair and not spending hours on end getting ready.

The girl gave a quick exhale out between her lips that sent her bangs upwards and then falling back into whatever place they fell into. "Two and two it looks like. Time to get this show on the road!" Sorcha grinned widely and reached both hands out, looking probably like a red-cheeked, reindeer light-up, Christmas freak as she waited for Sindri to join her in the transition phase of the night. "Bottoms up!" First one, then the other, then a clattering of glasses that were skittering around in no particular direction except away from her.

"Owwwwwwwuhhhhh --" Sorcha stopped and blinked, slightly worried. "... nope! Nevermind!" Ahh, shit. "Merlin, that went down way too easy!" Her eyes widened and she immediately latched on to Sindri's arm. "Gift? Face paint! Liquid insanity! Clothes!" Such an extensive check-list for the night. Sorcha was happy her brain was still semi-functioning. After half the bottle. Shit - Ohhhhh! Her jumper blinked so happily! "Let's go my little reindeer man~!" Sorcha gave a small tug on Sindri's arm and exited stage left. Disregarding that in approximately half of an hour she was likely not to remember a majority of this particular night. Yay for Christmas!